New Fic: An ongoing correspondence
Title: An ongoing correspondence
Couple/pairing: Tenth Doctor and Donna
Genre: Romance, friendship, humour
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Doctor and Donna? So, so not mine *stifles weeping*
Summary: Part 3 of a story that began with the wonderful Love Letters..Almost...Hopefully by bas_math_girl and continued with the equally delightful companion piece Donna's terse, unimpressed replies by tkel_paris in which the Doctor embarks on a series of correspondence to try to explain to Donna how he feels about her. And she replies. Repeat, as often as necessary (and this could go on for a while). My continuation is written with the kind permission of both the amazing abovementioned authors.
Author's note: Slight deviation from the original and sequel vis-a-vis format - this piece begins with the Doctor's next letter and is immediately followed by Donna's reply.
An ongoing correspondence
My dear, amazing, beautiful, kind, forgiving, understanding Donna
Please, don’t be angry that I am writing to you yet again! And don’t throw this away before you finish reading (I know that’s what you’re thinking, but it won’t take long, I promise. No more than 2 minutes and 25 seconds in fact, I actually timed myself reading it, at a rather leisurely pace too, so I’m sure that for you, being brilliant and all - ‘supertemp’ like you say (and I of course couldn’t agree more!) - it won’t take any longer than that, and possibly even less because you are a genius and… oh, I’m doing it again, aren’t I, never mind, just (please) go on to the next part))…
I obviously made a right hash of things in my first three letters and utterly failed to explain myself adequately in any way, shape or form. After having considered carefully your very instructional and to-the-point replies to my initial correspondence, I have realized that perhaps the best way forward would actually be to go “back to basics” as they say (or is it “back to the beginning”? - I suppose either would work equally well here but, again, I digress..), attempting to get off on the right foot this time. So here goes.
To Donna, my best friend in the entire cosmos
Before I get down to things proper, I would first like to apologise unreservedly for all previous correspondence and the feelings conveyed therein, although not the ones pertaining to you, I would never apologise for those, because all the things I said about you were good and so therefore true, what I really wanted to apologise for is what I said about my previous gi companions in fact, like you suggested, let’s not mention them ever again, I think it would be better for all concerned, not to mention safer for me.
I also wanted to reassure you that I AM quite proficient in English, and the only reason I wrote to you in Gallifreyan before was because it is the language I thought I was best able to express my true feelings in, but that seems to have been a rather wrong assumption on my part. In any case, as a demonstration of the sincerity of my remorse for my previous offence, and in the interests of displaying more consideration to you, I have written this letter in English. No need to look any more for that magnifying glass you threw at me last time we were in the library!
Anyway, the point of writing is that I would love for us to get back to being friends like we were before all of this (obviously misguided on my part and thus far spectacularly ineffective) correspondence. No, that’s not strictly true, I would actually very much like us to move beyond that and onto something more meaningful, not that my friendship with you is not meaningful, it is, in fact, quite profoundly so, at least from where I’m standing (or more accurately, sitting, in the library, in your favourite chair - please don’t hit me - because the sofa is still wet from you having upended that second mug of tea on me, but I understand why you did it, and honestly, the sofa was pretty old anyway and quite grubby on the armrests) and more important to me than I think you realise (which is why I put in that opening salutation as a clue).
Oh Donna, please believe me when I tell you that I have absolutely no intention whatsoever of breaking your heart (or messing with your head - why would I do that? Your head and its bountiful ginger hair is perfectly lovely). I know that you only have one heart, but it is a magnificent one, possibly the biggest I have ever encountered. Maybe I should try re-phrasing that - you have a HUGE heart, which is why you need a plump body to carry it (and I am ever so fond of your plump body, especially when it hugs me and I am sincerely hoping and praying that it will forgive me enough to hug me in the future), it is so soft and warm and though it has a different smell to what I’m used to it is very, very good nonetheless.
Your best friend and most enthusiastic admirer, always
The Doctor
Flyboy
Okay, much as I think continuing on with this written back and forth is ever-so-slightly ridiculous given we live in the same bloomin’ box, I’ll humour you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for your ‘efforts’ and particularly the English; the eyestrain from pouring over the Gallifreyan was giving me a headache, and I haven’t been able to find the magnifying glass yet, anyway.
But seriously (and I hesitate to say this), what is it with you and ‘compliments’? Was it not ‘the done thing’ on Gallifrey? I can only assume that’s why you’re so rubbish at giving them.
I’ll tell you this for free, Spaceman: on Earth, using the words “plump” and “body” in the same sentence in reference to a woman you’re supposed to be “ever so fond of” is the quickest way to a swift boot in the crown jewels. In case you haven’t noticed, plumpness is not exactly a sought-after commodity in women these days and hasn’t been for at least the last five decades.
And hate to burst your bubble, Sunshine, but telling a woman she has a “different smell” but that it’s “very, very nice nonetheless” is not exactly going to earn you any brownie points with the ladies either. Honestly, for such a vast vocabulary, you don’t seem to make such good use of it sometimes, do you? Anyway, it’s not as if I haven’t noticed that nose of yours going into suspiciously happy overdrive every time I come out of the shower. Lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise it’d be downright creepy. As it is, it’s still a little pervy.
Finally, maybe I’m not as Einstein-like as you make out, because I can’t for the life of me work out what the actual point of your last letter was. So you will have to be very, VERY straightforward next time. Try to avoid sentences longer than five lines or any words that require the use of a heavy reference book.
Perplexed and still pretty ticked-off Earthgirl
Donna
P.S. I am sorry about the sofa.
P.P.S. Lest you think otherwise, I DID also read the part about you not wanting to break my heart or mess with my head and I appreciate the sentiment. What I would like to know, however, is what you DO intend in this area.
P.P.P.S. Nothing else, just having a go. Like you do.
Couple/pairing: Tenth Doctor and Donna
Genre: Romance, friendship, humour
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Doctor and Donna? So, so not mine *stifles weeping*
Summary: Part 3 of a story that began with the wonderful Love Letters..Almost...Hopefully by bas_math_girl and continued with the equally delightful companion piece Donna's terse, unimpressed replies by tkel_paris in which the Doctor embarks on a series of correspondence to try to explain to Donna how he feels about her. And she replies. Repeat, as often as necessary (and this could go on for a while). My continuation is written with the kind permission of both the amazing abovementioned authors.
Author's note: Slight deviation from the original and sequel vis-a-vis format - this piece begins with the Doctor's next letter and is immediately followed by Donna's reply.
An ongoing correspondence
My dear, amazing, beautiful, kind, forgiving, understanding Donna
Please, don’t be angry that I am writing to you yet again! And don’t throw this away before you finish reading (I know that’s what you’re thinking, but it won’t take long, I promise. No more than 2 minutes and 25 seconds in fact, I actually timed myself reading it, at a rather leisurely pace too, so I’m sure that for you, being brilliant and all - ‘supertemp’ like you say (and I of course couldn’t agree more!) - it won’t take any longer than that, and possibly even less because you are a genius and… oh, I’m doing it again, aren’t I, never mind, just (please) go on to the next part))…
I obviously made a right hash of things in my first three letters and utterly failed to explain myself adequately in any way, shape or form. After having considered carefully your very instructional and to-the-point replies to my initial correspondence, I have realized that perhaps the best way forward would actually be to go “back to basics” as they say (or is it “back to the beginning”? - I suppose either would work equally well here but, again, I digress..), attempting to get off on the right foot this time. So here goes.
To Donna, my best friend in the entire cosmos
Before I get down to things proper, I would first like to apologise unreservedly for all previous correspondence and the feelings conveyed therein, although not the ones pertaining to you, I would never apologise for those, because all the things I said about you were good and so therefore true, what I really wanted to apologise for is what I said about my previous gi companions in fact, like you suggested, let’s not mention them ever again, I think it would be better for all concerned, not to mention safer for me.
I also wanted to reassure you that I AM quite proficient in English, and the only reason I wrote to you in Gallifreyan before was because it is the language I thought I was best able to express my true feelings in, but that seems to have been a rather wrong assumption on my part. In any case, as a demonstration of the sincerity of my remorse for my previous offence, and in the interests of displaying more consideration to you, I have written this letter in English. No need to look any more for that magnifying glass you threw at me last time we were in the library!
Anyway, the point of writing is that I would love for us to get back to being friends like we were before all of this (obviously misguided on my part and thus far spectacularly ineffective) correspondence. No, that’s not strictly true, I would actually very much like us to move beyond that and onto something more meaningful, not that my friendship with you is not meaningful, it is, in fact, quite profoundly so, at least from where I’m standing (or more accurately, sitting, in the library, in your favourite chair - please don’t hit me - because the sofa is still wet from you having upended that second mug of tea on me, but I understand why you did it, and honestly, the sofa was pretty old anyway and quite grubby on the armrests) and more important to me than I think you realise (which is why I put in that opening salutation as a clue).
Oh Donna, please believe me when I tell you that I have absolutely no intention whatsoever of breaking your heart (or messing with your head - why would I do that? Your head and its bountiful ginger hair is perfectly lovely). I know that you only have one heart, but it is a magnificent one, possibly the biggest I have ever encountered. Maybe I should try re-phrasing that - you have a HUGE heart, which is why you need a plump body to carry it (and I am ever so fond of your plump body, especially when it hugs me and I am sincerely hoping and praying that it will forgive me enough to hug me in the future), it is so soft and warm and though it has a different smell to what I’m used to it is very, very good nonetheless.
Your best friend and most enthusiastic admirer, always
The Doctor
Flyboy
Okay, much as I think continuing on with this written back and forth is ever-so-slightly ridiculous given we live in the same bloomin’ box, I’ll humour you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for your ‘efforts’ and particularly the English; the eyestrain from pouring over the Gallifreyan was giving me a headache, and I haven’t been able to find the magnifying glass yet, anyway.
But seriously (and I hesitate to say this), what is it with you and ‘compliments’? Was it not ‘the done thing’ on Gallifrey? I can only assume that’s why you’re so rubbish at giving them.
I’ll tell you this for free, Spaceman: on Earth, using the words “plump” and “body” in the same sentence in reference to a woman you’re supposed to be “ever so fond of” is the quickest way to a swift boot in the crown jewels. In case you haven’t noticed, plumpness is not exactly a sought-after commodity in women these days and hasn’t been for at least the last five decades.
And hate to burst your bubble, Sunshine, but telling a woman she has a “different smell” but that it’s “very, very nice nonetheless” is not exactly going to earn you any brownie points with the ladies either. Honestly, for such a vast vocabulary, you don’t seem to make such good use of it sometimes, do you? Anyway, it’s not as if I haven’t noticed that nose of yours going into suspiciously happy overdrive every time I come out of the shower. Lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise it’d be downright creepy. As it is, it’s still a little pervy.
Finally, maybe I’m not as Einstein-like as you make out, because I can’t for the life of me work out what the actual point of your last letter was. So you will have to be very, VERY straightforward next time. Try to avoid sentences longer than five lines or any words that require the use of a heavy reference book.
Perplexed and still pretty ticked-off Earthgirl
Donna
P.S. I am sorry about the sofa.
P.P.S. Lest you think otherwise, I DID also read the part about you not wanting to break my heart or mess with my head and I appreciate the sentiment. What I would like to know, however, is what you DO intend in this area.
P.P.P.S. Nothing else, just having a go. Like you do.